[Yeah but they're usually flickering your lights and opening your cupboards, not roasting you and stealing your beer.

Toko watches in clear dismay as the drink is going, going, gone. True, it tasted terrible and lay thicker on her head than expected, but it was hers! Her very first, and now it's been snatched away by some old codger. One who was messing with her head, playing on her paranoias. Her diminutive fists clench on thin air.]

Wh-what the hell? Who said I was c-coping with anything?! [Outside of her, uh, general everything, it would be impossible to tell why she was drinking in the first place. Not unless he was a mind reader. Toko gives another tight hiccup before carrying on.] It's not like they have s-sake or chardonnay or...or martinis or something! I just wanted to t-try something! So what if it's crap, everything in this town is!